The Young Kenbe-Khan
Before I start, I want to mention that this is my first AAR, and I wanted to be a little original, inspired by the nomad AARs around. I've written this from a custom battle, and that's what I intend to do, all story and names made up.
This is entirely fictional, with no historical inspiration.
The Young Kenbe-Khan
-FIRST BATTLE-
Kenbe is the second son of a great Mongol warlord.
His older brother was no other that the Godly Khan's second in command. Shadowed by his sibling's glory, few even know he exists. His father used to tell him that his age matters little, and that keeping his men united is what matters most. He taught him the art of the bow at the age of five; he has been living on horseback ever since. He has never experienced the life of luxury; not a luxurious day, not an hour, not a moment. He lives with a sword in one hand, with a spear in the other, with a bow and a thousand arrows on his back, and amount a beautiful white horse. His brother, on the other hand, has always fought in the east, against the empire of the Chinese; his victories gained him a grand palace, with golden rooms.
Kenbe knows he cannot match his brother; they have nothing in common. Seeking to leave his home and forget his unfortunate youth, he goes westwards, toward the Blue Horde of Batu-Khan...
Arriving at his master's yurt, Kenbe is given a thousand men to battle the Turks to the south. He leaves his five hundred men that he brought with him at the Great Khan's camp.
He crosses an ocean of grass. It reminds him of his homeland... of his brother's arrogance, of his mother's warmth, of his father's knowledge of war, and how he shared it with him. Suddenly, he grabs his sword...
He thinks he saw some Turks... but he doesn't know how they look like, so he probably just saw some of his men, while searching, from one horizon to the other...
But no. He saw a green flag, with a moon and a star on it. He saw foreign men of the spear, dismounted...
Kenbe prepares for war...
Kenbe is afraid he can throw away his men's lives because of his lack of experience. He first sends his lancers to charge at the enemy spear militias on their left flank. But the much too confident charge doesn't work at fully effect, and the lancers are forced to retreat, not before inflicting some casualties, but also taking.
The young leader is aware that he made a mistake; the Turks charged towards his dismounted archers. He then orders his mounted ones to weaken, and if possibly, rout the advancing enemies.
The Turks are getting even closer to Kenbe's position. The archers are no swordsmen; a few units get quickly routed by the Turkish spearmen. But those left have already managed to decimate the advancers... Only a lonely group of horsemen is left unharmed: the Turkish pasha. Kenbe has deployed his horse archers well, circling and shooting the enemy from their left flank; he is a true man of the steppes. But the horse archers have run out of arrows, and it is time for them to charge towards the pasha with their rusty, curved swords. They encircled the enemy commander, leaving him no means of escape.
Meanwhile, the most skilled archers are hunting down the remaining Turks. With the pasha fallen under Kenbe's spear, it is obvious that no Turk will live to see the sun set on these grassy plains...
Kenbe returns to Batu's yurt with bags filled with the ears or the fallen Turks, and with a special bag containing the pasha's head. Batu is satisfied, and grants Kenbe even more men.
Night falls, and Kenbe's most fortunate day so far ends...
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